Why Victor Delayed Care
For months, Victor avoided scheduling the gastroenterology appointment. His hesitation wasn't about logistics—it was about fear, shame, and the stories he told himself about what a Hepatitis C diagnosis meant.
Victor couldn't stop thinking about how he might have contracted the virus. He'd never used intravenous drugs. He'd been in a monogamous relationship for over 20 years. The only risk factor he could identify was a blood transfusion he'd received after a car accident in 1989—long before routine screening of the blood supply began.
But he worried that others wouldn't see it that way. He imagined the assumptions people might make, the questions they might ask. He felt embarrassed discussing it even with his wife, who'd been supportive but didn't fully understand his reluctance to seek treatment.
He researched Hepatitis C online late at night, reading about treatment side effects from outdated articles. The information was confusing and often frightening. Some sources talked about year-long interferon regimens with brutal side effects. Others mentioned cure rates, but Victor wasn't sure which information was current.
Privacy was another concern. He worried about medical records, insurance claims, and whether his diagnosis would somehow become public knowledge. He worked in a small office where everyone knew each other's business. The thought of colleagues finding out made him anxious.
As weeks turned into months, Victor rationalized his delay. He told himself he'd schedule the appointment after the holidays, after a big project at work, after his daughter's wedding. Each excuse felt legitimate in the moment, but underneath was the same fear: facing the diagnosis meant confronting the stigma he'd internalized.